He edited a small publication called Animal World, got bored and started writing hoax articles. He made up animals in his head, some of which were so convincing they got translated and published in other countries and finally got sacked when he advertised two "thoroughbred werewolves" for sale.

I know this isn't advice, but at least I know your pain. My only advice would involve some sort of crude joke about a blowjob, but in my new position of authority I can't make it I'm afraid. Now where's zxcvbnm when you need him?